Whoa, welcome to a day of my life, day of my life
Memoirs of an imperfect angel…
Whoa, welcome, welcome, welcome to a day of my life
Memoirs of an imperfect angel…
Though the lights were low
I could see you both in a lovers' silhouette
And my heart stood still, I just froze right there
Staring down at her red dress
So I bolted out the door, jumped right into the car
It's too dangerous to be in the vicinity of where you are
Rolled down all the windows just so I could breathe
Can't believe you just actually did this shit to me
I'm goin' about a hundred, mascara runnin'
Laughing out of anger, but it don't strike me as funny
Been too good to you, I've been virtuous and true
To have something like this happen in my own bedroom
Betcha gon' know, know how it feels
When I get you back
Betcha gon' know, know how it feels
And your heart's been cracked
Betcha gon' know, know how it feels
When we fade to black
How it feels for real
And you see your whole world collapse
And I'm gon' la-la-la-la-la-laugh
And I'm gon' la-la-la-la-la-laugh
And I'm gon' laugh right in your face boy
Betcha gon' know, know how it feels…
So I pulled to the side of the road to fix my face
But I can't cover with makeup what my tears want to erase
I wake up in a haze, morning dew and sun rays
As I drive I hide my eyes behind my black Cavalli shades
A block from the house slowly creep in the driveway
Tip-toe through the door, but you're there, wide awake
You're like “where you been?”
I'm like “sorry but I fell asleep on Jasmine's sofa,
I could've sworn that Rae Rae called you and told ya”
You like “you ok”, I'm like “mm I'm all right
A little sleep and I'll be fine”
But if you only knew what was in the back of my mind
Already stung but you really gon' find out in time, oh I
Betcha gon' know, know how it feels
When I get you back
Betcha gon' know, know how it feels
And your heart's been cracked
Betcha gon' know, know how it feels
When we fade to black
How it feels for real
And you see your whole world collapse
This is for real, for real, for real
Oprah Winfrey whole segment for real, for real
20/20 Barbara Walters for real, for real
60 minutes for real
(Baby)
I had all my trust in you and
Look at what you put me through
(You got me all crazy)
Somewhere down the line you gon' get what you deserve
You fuckin' jerk
(You were supposed to save me
My sweet baby
But now we're fading away)
But you're gonna know how this feels
Even if it's the last thing I ever do…
To be continued…
Written by Mariah Carey, Terius Nash, Christopher Stewart and James Wright.
Produced by Mariah Carey, C. “Tricky” Stewart, Terius “The-Dream” Nash and James “Big Jim” Wright.
